For what is peace when all I hear are the screams of war?
The world is so quiet, but my mind is so loud.
A thousand voices are screaming at me but my heart still won't listen.
For now, I just have to remember that it's better to be the storm that moves the sea rather than the waves that ripple it.
He said you don't know what the real world's like, but darling, I've been living it my whole life.
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Growing Pains
PoetryThe cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of reli...
